1
In a my distress I cried to the LORD,
And He heard me.
2
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips
And from a deceitful tongue.
3
What shall be given to you,
Or what shall be done to you,
You false tongue?
4
Sharp arrows of the 1 warrior,
With coals of the broom tree!
5
Woe is me, that I dwell in b Meshech,
c That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6
My soul has dwelt too long
With one who hates peace.
7
I am for peace;
But when I speak, they are for war.